*Elias*
I lean on the railing of the balcony, breathing in the fragrant warm air. I do not want to be here. I do not want to see that bastard flirting with my girl and not be able to say or do anything and I do not want his s*x starved wife groping me under the table.
My mind is working at top speed, trying to figure out how we can get away, but I have no idea.. honestly I have a feeling this is not a friendly dinner.. it is the generals way of slowly torturing us.. that man won't let us just go.
Maybe we can slip out of here in the dead of the night ? It doesn't seem much plausible, but it seems the best idea I can come up with.
Arms wrap around me, hands sliding up my chest and for a short second I think it is Luna. But I realise who it is and turn, slipping sideways. "Consuela.
